Sweet dreams are made of these...or so they seem

Inspired by Jung and Lucid Dreaming

Tell me Mama when does the stinging pain go away...

Feeling the lashings as I kneel and pray.

Oh, and how that blade shines as the steel does radiate a certain terror that never seems to leave.

The basement is filled with those ghosts and bones as the rooms above just float.

Tell me Mama why does the dark creep so slow....

Feeling the ice cold hands against my skin as the haunting looms in that safe space.

Oh, and how the moon does light the shadows that grow and that hide in plain sight.

The floors are only as solid as we make them and walking may be heavier as your feet seem to sink down below.

Tell me Mama when do the dreams leave my day and return to the grave...

Feeling, just feeling some doors don't close all the time and I am left holding them closed while time goes by.